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Connor: *will habitually take up a position next to and just behind whatever seat Ziomi takes*

Zerik: *nods at a seat* Have a seat, Connor.

Ziomi: *waves Connor over, motioning him to sit by her.*

Connor: Thank you, Captain, Ziomi. *will settle as directed*

Ziomi: *will take up one of Connor's hands, holding it in her lap in both of her hands... and she'll proceed to explain Connor as best she can. He's not human, he's an android, a machine. As a machine he... requires someone to give him direction. She... she wants him to have time to learn anything he wants, but she also feels that Zerik can give Connor tasks that Connor will find fulfilling...*

Zerik: *listens to all of it, taking it in as he studies Connor...*

Connor: *content to let his handler speak for him, only speaking up if he's directly questioned*

Zerik: *studying Connor* ...What can you do, Connor?

Connor: *will give him a exhaustive rundown of his capabilities - from his investigative and forensic protocols to his specialized scanners to his languages and social programming to the things he's learned here - setting traps for small game, cooking, Aminean...*

Zerik: *he'll ask questions, and... well, he'll ask for a demo* What do you mean when you say you analyze evidence in real time? *doesn't /everyone/ analyze evidence in real time? It's the wording that makes him think that Connor means something else...*

Connor: *will explain forensics and things like chemical composition, etc*

Zerik: Can you show me how you do this?

Connor: *stares at Zerik for a moment, then gives what he guesstimates to be the man's age, weight, and shoe size, and will explain the parameters by which he came to these measurements* With a sample of your blood, I could also tell you your blood type, though I'm not sure that would mean anything in this world. *will also detail the materials of Zerik's clothing - what his shirt, pants, etc, are made of*

Zerik: Blood type? ...Can you identify someone's race by their blood?